The day begun early, with some arriving around 7 to drape the fantastic NEW! IMPROVED! SEXUALLY DEVIANT! School Emblem from the L-Block. Featuring the classic Bull, and another Bull, and the art of pro-creation, Damien Hurst later called it 'shit'. Even though the whole school loved it. Apparently, Miss Hill had to explain what the bulls were up to to her Year 8 class. Innocent cherubs they were. I say were, because after looking at that banner again, they were not.
A road block was quickly set up around the main gate, formed of 2 sofas, and Jennings. There were also 50 odd people with water cannon...can't forget them, and the sterling effort they put in to soak as many teachers as they could, donation to charity or not. Any parents? Get ya kids out and make them walk. They're too fat anyway. Give them some excersise! Refills were...well...refilled. Lots of fun was had by all as the quickly gathering masses of youngsters watched, and was soon soaked. A soundtrack was provided by Phil on the roof, as he mocked the rest of the school from his heady position. When the bell went and the uniformed (haha! Years to go for you suckers!) left, more cars were soaked, and people. Slowly, dispersion to lessons was conducted. I only had one! Yay!
First lesson was boring. Second lesson, me, Lee, Drukker, Buzz and Dan headed down the precinct to get water guns and silly string! We got the last two canisters of string in THAT quality establishment, Jones, and got some guns in newscentre. We took photos outside those bastions of the community, Café Pandilla, and Hong Kong Garden (where Babs, that imposter, soaked us!) and with the legendary YVONNE in Lunn Poly. We headed back to school (after a swift stop off to buy laxative chocolate in Lloyds), to start soaking people.
Breaktime! What a laugh this was. The entire year 13 (apart from Dan, Buzz and Drukker, who'd gone to buy booze) were in the staff room, lounging around and using it as a common room. The looks on the faces of some of the teachers were classic, total bemusement swept them as we applauded Mr Lewis et al into their domain. Me and Lee were promised £10 to soak Mr Jackson, and to be honest, the monetary bribe was not needed but gladly welcomed! After having a LOT of fun in there with beachballs and silly string, the year conga-lined through the library and into the hall, where some gatecrashed the stage, setting of streamers and bangings as the rest of us fired water pistols and silly string, and made a lot of noise. A chase out into the front of the school, soaking little kids, followed, and everyone headed back to the 6th form. A quick reload, and back to biology! It was supposed to be a lesson, but it was just a water fight. Everyone shooting each other, all over the classroom, very very funny. Then everything turned to Adam, and he escaped through the faculty room and out onto the roof. I gave chase, but he disappeared into the H block and the water fight was carried on. This was until Herr Powell came in and confiscated our weapons. Spoil sport. So we hung around for a while. Little did we know that as this was going on, Adam was assisting Chloe and Ellen in stealing the Castleton Bear (I think) to hang from the L Block. Miss Hall helped as well. Traitor!
So that was period 3. Period 4 was kind of a non-starter as we had the FINAL assembly at 1. So some of us gave chase for Adam but we eventually parted ways and I found myself in the 'quiet' study room, watching Jack's drunken antics and chucking a beach ball around. And then there was the assembly! Mr Powell made a moving (yeees) speech and then Steph and Ali handed out the prizes, which were lots of laughs. Even though the same people kept winning...oh well I got nominated for First to Write a Best Selling Novel so its allllll good. Mr Lewis made a speech and he told us that we started the same year as he did. Then there was a few people who made individual thank yous and we all headed outside for the bbq. It must be said that, at this time, the 6th form centre was an absolute tip but its last day, we're allowed to do that!
As Mr Powell fired up the mean lean grilling machine (NOT endorsed by George 'I was thin once' Foreman, I hasten to add) the alchohol stash was brought in and drinks were cracked open as everyone began to enjoy themselves in the sun. Quick note, Bishop's Finger is damn nice ale. Buy it! Soon, water cannons were back out and everyone was shooting each other, AJ And Geoff were up a tree, music was playing, people were eating, Adam was giving the burgers a less than tasteful funeral and Buzz was still no-where to be found. No answer on his phone. Too drunk. As the afternoon progressed, the kegs became empty, the place became trashier and the food was being eaten, a good time was being had by all. Eventually, the bell rang for three o' clock. That was it! The end! For so many people! Not me, though, I have to come back every day. Oh well...it was fun anyway.
After 3, some teachers arrived...Cook was there, so was Blundell. Abernathy turned up, what a legend. Earlier in the day, we'd soaked him when he arrived on his bike (death wish really) and we did so again when he arrived later that afternoon. However, he faught back! Producing a canister of foam, he sprayed us as we tried to soak him. A fun time was had by all. And the added bonus of it being after three was that there was plenty of kids leaving school to soak. Lots and lots of fun. Me and Kev found a couple of (admitidely hot) girls who were just gagging for it. They kept coming back for more soakings, so we chased them. Down to Terry's. Then we came back, soaked some more people, and people started going home. So we hung around, cleaned up, and then me, Lee, Kev, Steph and Richard were left. We took some photos for old times sake, then said our goodbyes. It was quite sad knowing that I might not see them again.
Overall, a bloody fantastic day. And you can't disagree. Sad, in a way, that we might never see the people again...but a good time was had by all. Good luck for you, everyone, in the future, whether you're going to go on to University, work, year out or whatever...I hope you achieve everything you want to, and you can, because you're a great bunch. I'm gonna miss you a lot.
- Jennings